Born To Die


Little one,
Which life are you in?
The one that saw the beginning,
Or the one that will see the end?

Who passes your tree,
And whom has your tree passed through?
Who has it led to the other side of winter,
Pulling themselves down by its roots?

How did you land in this graveyard
That the archer had never seen?
How did you happen to be here,
And not the pathway between?

We don’t demand that you explain
Why you were born to die,
We need just enough of the poison
To keep us all alive.

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